This year I’m a little resentful of Elul It shows up demanding spiritual discipline Drop everything! Begin T’shuva! it declares But I am not ready I am very, very not ready I am exhausted. Relaxing summers are for children and the retired (and I suppose, the wealthy) There are sermons to write and laundry to do and a suitcase (yes, another suitcase!) to pack Weddings to attend, a long drive ahead (and back) A family to love and struggle with School to begin, services to prepare, a community to lead day-to-day It feel’s like madness. Elul asks me to be calm; to look inward; to reflect; to apologize; to forgive But I am not ready I am very, very not ready I am exhausted. Breathe. It’s only Day 1 There’s time yet Do the things that need to get done; Create the space that needs to be made; Go and come back; Clean house; Breathe. Do. And then, maybe, we’ll be ready. -EKG'14